Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

On Thursday afternoon, I spent the morning Transfiguration and Charms.

The freshmen ushered in a course that is unique to the first grade-flying class!

Flying lessons are not in classrooms, nor are they on the Quidditch pitch.

But on the large lawn in front of the castle.

The flying professor is a younger-looking witch.

According to Elise, she is also the referee for the Hogwarts campus Quidditch competition.

"My name is Alice Crick, I hope you will strictly memorize every word I say in this lesson, because if there is an accident in the sky, you must first learn to save yourself! Don't expect me on the ground to help you in the air You who fly at high speed!"

Professor Clark smiled and spoke in the harshest tone.

Fortunately, all those present were little wizards beaten by Ravenclaw.

Although the professor's tongue was twisted, they all understood.

In the first week of class, too many people will make the professor overwhelmed.

Professor Karak specially divided up the first week of classes, and took the lead in choosing the most obedient and calm Ravenclaw students as the experimental subjects for the first class.

To protect the little wizard.

In addition to the tutorials and basic techniques in the textbook, Professor Karak also imparted some of her unique experience and skills.

Memorizing the rules will not trouble the little wizards of Ravenclaw.

Soon, everyone said they remembered it.

Professor Karak was still not at ease, so he randomly checked a few people and asked a few questions about the rules.

See the latter answer fluently.

Professor Clarke was satisfied that he had the Ravenclaw students for the first class.

"Everyone picks a broom and summons them into your hands with your faith. Only in this way can you prove that when you fly in the air, they can communicate with your true mind."

"Get up!" "Fly!" "Come here!"......

The lively slogans resounded throughout the grassland.

Sifa was wondering why Professor Clark suddenly showed satisfaction.

When he looked at the kittens shouting slogans in full swing, he realized that if this class was Gryffindor.

Most students will get stuck on memorizing the rules.

It is not out of the question that an entire class will be spent in Q&A.

After figuring this out, Xifa has a clear mind and shakes off the bad mood of having to go to extra classes after a tiring day.

He came to the broom pile, ready to do a big job.

Flying is one of the dreams of human beings!

On the other side, just when Xifa was filled with emotion.

Elise and Luna have already summoned the broom in their hands.

Professor Clark nodded to them approvingly, indicating that they could fly at low altitude on the grass.

So, the two of them came to Xifa on a broom, looking down at Xifa slightly.

You know, girls are taller than boys in early puberty, but Xifa who has been training since childhood is half a head taller than the second girl.

At this moment, the two of them were looking parallel to Xifa, and they naturally straddled the broom.

The second daughter was able to swing her legs on the broom, huddled in a ball, and watched Xifa who had made no progress.

"No way, Sifer, you can't even summon a broom?"

Alice pretended to be surprised and said.

"Are you kidding us? To give us confidence?"

It was also rare for Luna to start a joke.

"I don't know why, but I can feel the broom constantly resisting me."

"I tried to reassure them, but it didn't work."

Xifa frowned and told the troubles he encountered.

"Comfort? Sifa, they are tools! You have to order them."

Elise pointed at Sifer, shaking her legs, and her hair swayed accordingly.

"Really!"

Sifa nodded in understanding.

The education and the three views I received in the previous life, and the thinking things in the subconscious will be treated equally.

"Come here for me!"

Xifa didn't say anything, it was just in his mind.

The broom obediently jumped from the ground into his palm, looking obedient and sensible.

Professor Clark, the witch, was lucky enough to witness this scene.

She was a little surprised that school teaching aids were different from personal brooms.

In order to highlight the teaching effect, they are often extraordinarily rebellious.

A little wizard who can command teaching aids silently will become an excellent Quidditch player.

Jian Xifa turned his gaze to himself.

Professor Clark nodded at him with a smile, acknowledging that he could practice flying on a broom.

A class passed in such a bland manner.

As the end of the get out of class approached, all the little wizards had completed the lesson and made the lesson goal of flying close to the ground.

Because of the excellent performance of the little wizards.

Professor Clark was satisfied and added five points to Ravenclaw College.

After class is announced.

The little wizard, who was already hungry, rushed to the gate of the castle for the first time.

For a long time, Xifa felt the intense competition for meals in the school cafeteria in his previous life.

at night,

Xifa's dormitory.

Seeing the second daughter lying limply on the bed, Xifa had no choice but to go to the side sofa and sit down.

"In the wizarding world, isn't there anything other than a broom that aids in flying?"

Sifa felt unsafe on a broomstick.

The flying speed is too fast, it is like a flesh man in free fall.

If the battle starts, how can it be done without protection?

"Yes, but the flying speed and mana consumption ratio of those tools are far inferior to the broom."

Upon hearing this, Alice rolled over lazily on Sifa's bed, and answered Sifa with her head sideways.

"Like magic carpets and magic wings, the reason why they are not popular is that they are too large and not easy to carry. They are too delicate to be damaged more easily. The most important thing is that the cost and price are far higher than the top-notch brooms. At that price They can all afford a Pegasus."

Luna didn't even bother to look at Sifer, she turned over and put her arms around Alice, squinting her eyes and said vaguely.

"Tomorrow morning's Potions class is the last class of the week."

"Potion class?"

Xifa was a little puzzled as to why Alice used interrogative accents.

He recalled the get out of class schedule and confirmed the news.

Unexpectedly, Alice got up suddenly, and she pushed Luna excitedly.

"what's wrong?"

Luna was a little impatient.

"Potions! Luna! Professor Slughorn!"

"so what?"

"Restricted section approval! You know, he likes to show off."

After the words fell, Luna seemed to think of something.

She opened her eyes abruptly, with a sly smile on her face.

"In class tomorrow, you can watch my performance. As expected, we will be able to get approval from the restricted area!"

Seeing that she was so confident, Xifa smiled and said that he would wait and see. .seven

Now that she has something to do, Luna is no longer paralyzed on the bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed her slender white fingers, and silently figured out what tricks Professor Horace Slughorn would use to hold classes in previous years.

You don't want to threaten the professor, do you?

Such a Luna, Xifa is a little afraid of her...

He felt suddenly a little sympathetic to Professor Slughorn.

At the same time, Professor Slughorn, who was drinking in Hogsmeade outside the campus, sneezed hard.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart.